The Blind Sheep

We are subdued by the parliaments of practices within the bounds of culture and religion. Those who are part of such reinforcements are already aware they are obliged to commit a consented crime, even if subjected to global human activists’ scrutinies. You think that the one “God” bothers to observe the meticulous perfection of rituals. Thy candles should not wear off during mass; Thy parent should strictly sell out their children for marriage; Thy followers should not question the authority of leader’s judgment. We become mere dust metals nurtured to fervor and behave in unison just as what the unknown force from a distance dictates. Such idiosyncracies are lucid and unabated through time. Who are you following, really?


Faith is a realized experience. Science tells us that faith is no coincidence but a matter of truth. You do not have faith to flourish and demand for abundance but rather to find reasons for pain. The addiction towards dopamine and any forms of psychoactive ingredients neurologically mimicking the ultimate state of happiness, has become more apparent. We are fool to believe that happiness exists when pain is eliminated.


If they say Devils and Divine forms are archetypal products of our ancestors’ version of anathema, then let me tell you my own fictional sloth imagery:


The Devil is not metaphysical. It is unseen just as the Divine forms. They whisper. They reason. They motivate. They urge. They make you feel good. One that fulfills the body and not of soul. The Divine forms are silent whispers of pain and their reasons. Those reasons overthrow hatred and invite a parlance of wisdom.

A person of strong will and faith has more demons than what an average person has. But we are conditioned to exempt such person of strength from corruption. In fact, that person is dimensionally served and exposed in warren buffet of deceipt due to the expanse of his or her cause. So I must warn to look after himself/herself more than the others.



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